Charging through the next week of vague responsibilities and ambiguous geographical location… I’m so close to being done with this quarter — I can taste it. And the weather is freaking hot and all I can think about is going to the beach and laughing and brainstorming and bonfiring and sunburning and — good GOD summer.
I haven’t started packing yet. What’s the point, when I’m only moving across campus, and in a whole week from now? I will very soon realize just how much crap I’ve accumulated in the past year, mostly papers and trinkets, all these things that mark my last 9 months at school. Like what the hell am I supposed to do with a bunch of safety pins in a chain? But I’ll worry about that later, right?
I suppose instead of pining after summer vacation, I should go do my take-home final, submit it, and then actually BE on summer vacation. Hah. That.
Did I mention TiffHu’s home?!? Epic adventures ensue! (After I finish this take-home, goddamn.)